Mo Xiyan came out of the kitchen with a bowl of black medicine. His voice was faint and sweet.

No whining, no greasy, just right.

Originally, I was still angry with her for abandoning her own grandchildren four years ago. Because of her considerate and meticulous care in recent days, master Rong was gradually influenced by her.

He nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and pointed to the tea table. Old Rong said, "put it on the tea table to dry first, and I'll drink it when it's warm."

"That's good." Mo Xiyan obediently did as he said.

Jiang Peihua looked aside and couldn't help but say, "it's better to find your own problems than to try your best to please. Do you think the smelly boy will reunite with you? It's ridiculous."

"Peihua, what do you mean?" Before Mo Xiyan could speak, master Rong took the lead.

Looking at Mr. Rong's bias towards Mo Xiyan, Jiang Peihua stood up angrily. "Dad, even if you want to hold your great grandson again, you don't have to have her. Mo Xiyan is a woman? If it's a woman, you can continue the incense for the Rong family. What's more, smelly boy doesn't love her at all now. I advise you not to place too high hopes on her."

Old man Rong was so angry that he threw his stick far away: "reverse! One or two have to disobey me, don't they?"

Mo Xiyan hurried forward to falsely hold him: "Grandpa, don't be angry, don't be angry, you can't be angry, you should keep a happy and peaceful mood."

"Everyone is angry with me. How can I not be angry!"

Mo Xiyan bit her lip and looked at Jiang Peihua. After hesitating for a while, she said, "aunt, I didn't say you. Why don't you let Grandpa when he's old? Yan is not sensible. Don't you be sensible, aunt? In the final analysis, grandpa is also thinking about the century old family business of Rong family. Even if the method is a little extreme, the starting point is good."

"What kind of thing do you dare to teach me!" after all, he grew up in the army family, and Jiang Peihua angrily slapped the case.

Mo Xiyan didn't expect her to react so much. She subconsciously hid behind old man Rong. Jiang Peihua came forward to teach her a lesson, but old man Rong stopped her.

"Why, Rongli is gone. Now even my father doesn't pay attention to it, does he?"

Jiang Peihua took a deep breath and sat down slowly. The servant immediately brought a cup of freshly brewed tea. She took a few drinks, "You should know what I am to you over the years. If it weren't for smelly boy's happiness, I wouldn't wade in this muddy water. To take a step back, even if smelly boy would abandon Anning and marry Mo Xiyan, I wouldn't admit this daughter-in-law anyway."

Lord Rong angrily hummed, "prejudice!"

Jiang Peihua sipped a cup of tea: "I hate her Mo Xiyan's scheming more than doing things in peace, aboveboard and with one heart!"

Put down the teacup, Jiang Peihua stood up, left a word and turned upstairs: "Dad, if you still want to make the Rong family harmonious, don't place your hope on Mo Xiyan. Women who are too thoughtful often don't give up their means to achieve their goals. At that time, the Rong family will be disturbed by her!"

Mo Xiyan's eyes turned. Looking at Mr. Rong's gradually gloomy face, she whispered: "Grandpa, i... vomit... Vomit..."

Before she finished, she retched and hurried to the bathroom to vomit.